close to death

The crosshair locked onto his body firmly, swinging slowly with the movement of the motorcycle.

Seeing that the target was about to go beyond the scope of the scope, Ling Yun decisively pulled the trigger.

Pfft, the sound of the gunshot was extremely soft, barely audible, Ling Yun didn't stick the gun out of the window in order to reduce the volume and sparks, but doing so greatly increased the difficulty of shooting.

The bullet spun rapidly, piercing the Nazi officer's body with a spiral trajectory from his shoulder, twisting and smashing his chest.

This is only a professionally trained sniper can shoot this kind of marksmanship. Some people may ask, why not hit the head. In fact, the sniper rifle is very powerful, and the chance of instant killing when hitting the chest is much higher than other places.

The stupid officer fell directly from the motorcycle, causing panic immediately.

At this time, the AWM sniper rifle roared again, blood bloomed on the neck of a scout, and the telescope in his hand fell to the ground and shattered.

The machine gunner on the tank poked his head out to see what happened below. A bullet pierced his helmet, and his whole body fell into the tank cabin. The driver was so scared that he rammed the tank directly into a building.

Another bullet hit the front tire of the motorcycle, and the motorcycle lost control and hit the rear of the tank in front, causing a raging fire.

The enemies panicked and looked around, but couldn't find Ling Yun's figure at all.

A Nazi soldier raised his head a little bit, and then a meteor flew by, and he fell to the ground, unable to raise his head forever.

The distance of more than 200 meters is very close, and Li Xunhuan's Xiao Li Feidao can't guarantee such arrogance.

The golden shells burst out of the gun chamber and fell to the ground with a tinkling sound.

Ling Yun loaded the magazine, and vaguely heard the noise of the enemy coming from the corridor, obviously those guys dispersed to search.

Put the AWM sniper rifle into the backpack, and carry the Nepalese army knife upside down.

"The damn sniper is nearby, everyone search carefully,"

Accompanied by a burst of chirping, quacking, five German soldiers rushed up.

The two guys kicked open the door of the bathroom, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Safe, no one.

The other three burst into a bedroom with two large cupboards.

A Nazi soldier tiptoed over and stabbed it a few times with a bayonet.

There was a sound of broken planks, and the two soldiers behind aimed their guns at the cabinet in an instant.

Ling Yun sprang out from under the bed, dodging behind the three of them, the Nepalese saber and the blade of destruction shone coldly.

Puff puff, blood spattered to the ceiling, and the two soldiers slowly fell to the ground.

The other shot, Ling Yun slapped his back, and the bullet flew past his back.

In front of the bully, the skill Thomas roundabout kicked.

Boom, the body of the Nazi soldier smashed through the window, flew out, fell to the ground and fell into a pile of shit.

Two Nazi soldiers in the bathroom rushed to the door when they heard the gunshots. Ling Yun lay on the ground, and the desert storm was already ready to go.

"Hello," the muzzle of the gun spewed out flames, and there were countless holes in the two of them.

Ling Yun quickly replaced the magazine and fixed the cable on the railing.

The enemy's gunshots just now betrayed his position, and dozens of furious Nazi soldiers rushed upstairs.

But they were still one step too late, Ling Yun had already stood on the railing and jumped down.

"Gentlemen, good luck to you for your hard work,"

Ling Yun smiled, and the two grenades hissed and smoked on the ground.

Boom, the explosion almost lifted up the entire roof, and several Nazi soldiers jumped out from the sixth floor, but unfortunately they didn't have cables on them.

Rolled in the air, turned around, landed safely on one knee, and sent the two enemies at the entrance of the alley to the west to chant scriptures.

, [-], a sharp pain came from his shoulder, and Desert Storm almost let go.

Ling Yun turned around and leaned against the corner, only to see three guys poking their heads out from the second floor, and there was a lot of gunfire, but the hit rate of the Mauser rifles in their hands was really pitifully low.

He didn't have time to pay attention to the guy above his head, and got into the building beside him.

This is a bar. Because of the war, the hustle and bustle of the past has become a legend.

The bar was full of dust, and there were many tables and chairs scattered on the ground.

Ling Yun hid behind the bar, silently listening to the surrounding environment.

The sound of several motorcycles braking, and the roar of a tank.

It seems that he has become their key care object, Ling Yun couldn't help shaking his head and smiling bitterly.

With a creak, the door opened, followed by the sound of kicking and tapping leather shoes touching the floor.

There were 12 in total. Ling Yun flicked his wrists, trying to relax the nerves and muscles in his hands.

Whoosh, a black thing flew out, and all the Nazi soldiers present raised their guns and aimed at it.

Crash, an empty wine bottle shattered all over the floor.

Crash, an empty wine bottle shattered all over the floor.

Ling Yun stood up from the bar, raised Desert Storm and fired a shot.

Eight people were knocked down on the spot, three were seriously injured, and one fainted to the ground due to excessive tension.

Raise the barrel to deal with the rest, and you must cut the grass and roots when dealing with the enemy.

He ran up to a motorcycle at the door, stepped on the accelerator and ran away. There were constant shouts and sparse gunshots behind him.

After exiting the alley, head north all the way to the dam, followed by a dozen or so motorcycles.

Motorcycles during World War II generally had three wheels, and a bucket was slung next to the main motorcycle, and a person sat in the bucket, with a machine gun set up, and Ling Yun was in a hurry all the way.

After finally reaching the dam, Ling Yun blew a whistle, and countless muzzles protruded from the top of the dam.

The AK[-] in Ximen Bupao's hand was already hungry and thirsty, and he yelled: "Bastard, come here and die,"

Bullets rained, gunshots thundered, and all the enemies on the motorcycle were smashed into sieves on the spot.

"Everyone get in the car, come back with me to beat up those bastards, and then go to the science and technology museum," Ling Yun introduced the strategy and tactics to them, and the Russian soldiers all gave their thumbs up.

With motorcycles, the team led by Commander Ling Yun is like a tiger with wings added. In addition, the comrades are already very familiar with the terrain in this area.

They took full advantage of the terrain and brought the Eighth Route Army's guerrilla tactics to the extreme.

When the enemy attacks, we retreat, when the enemy chases, we attack, when the enemy retreats, we harass, when the enemy surrounds, we hide.

In the messy alleys of Stalingrad, this elusive squad made the German devils very troubled. No one could be seen, and every time they heard the gunshots, they would be knocked down a large area.

As night fell, the enemy had been circling the surrounding area all day, and had only advanced less than ten miles.

"Even if it's dragging, I'll drag you all to hell," Ling Yun couldn't help shouting.

At night, in the hall of the Western Suburb Hospital of Stalingrad.

The surroundings were pitch black, only the chirping of insects and Ling Yun's soft conversation could be heard.